Road to Joy

  Friday was the Father 'n Sons campout so I never managed to get my run in on Saturday.  I was hoping to do a mother 'n daughter n' baby campout in our backyard just to show the boys we could have fun without 'em.  But they took our tent.  Boys!!

 The run today felt good but my achilles was unusually tight compared to how it has been in the last week or so.  It's almost like not running for two days made it worse.  Weird.

It rained last night. Which I'm glad for because that means I don't have to water in our grass seed today.  But goodness - humid.  No need to take any water anywhere to drink, a few gulps of the air and you're set.

Another nice morning.  I saw my shadow while I was running and it was interesting to see the scoot I do wearing five fingers.  I've noticed it when I watch my husband coming in from his runs - that there isn't much knee pick-up.  My running shadow looked like it was trying to get away with running in the halls of a church or something - a very sneaky looking run.  Made me smile.

A nice Saturday morning run.  I went a little later than usual.  I will no longer take the coolness of the early morning for granted.  If the Holy Ghost goes to bed at midnight, he must wake up at 7am because that is one of the most peaceful times I know.